Someone Cute and Furry Missed Me

When I got home, my comforter was not on my bed.  This was because it was in my neighbor's washing machine.  My neighbor, who was keeping an eye on my cat, has a large-capacity washer.  Which she lets me borrow whenever Jasmine barfs on the comforter.  Which she does sometimes.  Especially when she misses me.  I was gone for a couple weeks.  You do the math.  (My neighbor said that she'd just spot-cleaned the comforter the first time, figuring she'd save up the actual washing for the day I got back.  Y'know, so she wouldn't have to wash it twice.  She's a smart neighbor.)

I've been back for two nights, and, on both nights, Jasmine slept on my bed.  She normally doesn't do this -- I'm not positive about it, but I think she usually sleeps curled up in a ball on a chair in the computer room.  (The rather fur-covered chair I happen to be sitting on right now.)  But since I've been back, I've rarely been in a room without her being in it with me -- and that includes curling up on my bed at night.  She isn't often a cuddling cat -- it's still a treat whenever she sits on my lap -- but she does like sitting in the same room.  It's like she's confirming I'm still there.  Kitten love -- from a distance.